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Post by Oya on Feb 25, 2014 20:24:53 GMT -6
Oya took a deep breath and looked at Willow. That was a lot of questions and there was a lot of answers to be given. He really liked Willow and did not want to loss her, but lying to her would be hard. He needed to choses his words carefully and destroy any connections to certain people.
"Ok Willow let me answer your questions in order", spoke Oya. "I am not planning anything other than to gain knowledge. I was looking for records about my family and it's past. It was for that reason I came to Mark's town. My kin folk have a history of being violent. I will not deny it. I wanted to discover if any of that records were in Mark's town. After looking through their records I cam here to see the things kept by my uncle Alexander. Second I have nothing to do with that man named Gustavus. He was an acquaintance from a previous study of mine back in Lycia. I have nothing to do with the rebels in Bern and I have no plans to get involved with them at all."
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2014 20:35:10 GMT -6
"Oya... That makes me feel a whole lot better. Thank you."
In her still-partially-impaired state, Willow had failed to see Oya's evasion of her main concern... But perhaps it was all for the better. Getting up from the wall, she walked over and began giving Oya a shoulder massage, smiling in newfound relaxation and looking curiously at the materials spread over the desk.
"So what have you found about your family?" she questioned.
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Post by Oya on Feb 25, 2014 20:44:29 GMT -6
"Well", spoke Oya a bit surprises she did not realize it. He figured she would at least ask about his family. Well the family that was not in the past. "I found out that Orange hair seems to be a very dominate trait in our blood line along with a pull towards violence. From what I read nearly all of us have entered into military service in the past twenty-five years. The ones who did not ended up in mercenary guilds or banditry. It is quite alarming. Another thing I have notice is talk about an elevated bloodlust. Bloodlust is normal amongst soldiers, but it seems that amongst us it is quite high. Their is almost a predator and prey feel to it when I read the text."
Oya began to play with his hair as he continued to look over the information. To him it was not anything alarming, but he was not sure if Willow shared the same feelings. Still in his mind it was better to go ahead and put this out there. He would rather Willow hear it out of his own mouth than for her to read one of his journals and discover it. He was already hiding the fact that he killed everyone in Mark's Town. He did not want to hid anything more from her. Once again Oya's emotions were overriding his logic. logically getting into this kind of relationship was a hindrance to him and more than likely would result in his downfall. However his feelings made him do it.
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2014 20:54:19 GMT -6
"So... Your whole family is prone to violence, hmm? Well, Yashi certainly doesn't break the mold," she said, gently kidding Oya as she rubbed his back.
"So much tension in your back, baby... You'd better relax, you'll wear yourself thin and then where will I be? I've grown accustomed to having you to talk to and travel with, you can't go and abandon me or get sick and become an invalid. There's so much to see, Oya, and so many words we have yet to say. I'm confident that everything will be all right, dear. Don't worry so much. You know I support you, Willow said with a broad smile.
"You should come get some rest. It's late, and it's been quite the day, by Elimine."
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Post by Oya on Feb 25, 2014 20:59:13 GMT -6
"Yeah sure", spoke Oya as he rose from the seat. That was enough work for the day. He and Willow would probably leave tomorrow. He did not like staying in one place too long. He was not sure where they would go next, but he figured it would be best to get out of Bern. Bern had too many problems.
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2014 21:10:54 GMT -6
Willow sighed softly as she walked behind Oya out of the room. She'd grown so accustomed to the lines of his silhouette... The gentle way he spoke, the light in his eyes. She knew Oya had a mission and a purpose. She'd met him for a reason. And she knew that she'd stand by him, through it all. She cared about Oya. Age difference didn't matter. Religion didn't matter. What mattered is that Oya cared about her as a person, for who she was. And she cared about Oya, too.
As she laid down on the bed, hearing Oya's soft and rhythmic breathing, she felt sleep finally washing over her. It had been a long day, and she'd need to be fresh for whatever tomorrow brought.
"Good night, Oya," she whispered. "Thank you for caring."
---Thread End---
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